Friday, May 09, 2008
a child said, "what is the grass?"
....fetching it to me with full hands.
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I guess the grass is itself a child.
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Smile, for your lover comes.
Prodigal you have given me love
therefore I to you give love.
O unspeakable passionate love.
I have such a crush on Kurt Elling!
We also descend, dazzling and tremendous as the sun
We found our own o my soul in the calm and cool of the evening
God bless Fred Hersch....
I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul
my course runs below the soundings of plummet